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GIP! Proving once again that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
ruby_fruit and I should really be kept away from each other.:D *whacks internet with stick, waits for porn to fall out* Feh. People need to get with the program and start writing stories according to my whims, dammit!
Oh, god, I'm going to kill my co-workers one of these days. We got an e-mail today from management asking us to log what we're doing that's not directly customer-related (and thus not logged in the logging system). My co-workers? Have been bitching about this for the last fifteen minutes. "Blah blah blah I'm tired of them checking up on us and blah blah blah micromanagingcakes," and the fact that they want this logged because otherwise they can't bill the client for our time, which they need to be able to do in order to, you know, pay us, doesn't seem to have occured to then, apparently. These people are supposed to be my age, but they're acting like a bunch of spoiled teenagers, and god.
Okay, to be fair, I've been out in the work force a fair bit longer than most of them, but still. Once you've reached the ripe old age of 25, you need to learn to stop bitching about this shit, consider that not everything management does is a personal slight against you, and grow the fuck up. Or at least stop bitching about it out loud, dammit--can't they get a livejournal like normal people? God.
(If they wanted to bitch about something, they cuold at least pick something worthwhile, like the moronic dress code or something.)
*shakes memory stick like a baby* Unhand my WiP, you knave!
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Oh great! Now it's in my head.
(LOVE the icon! =))
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# but the sun is still in the sky and shining above you #
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let me hear you sing once more like you did befooooore
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# sing a new song, chiquititaaaaaa ... #
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you’ll be dancing once again and the pain will end OMG stop eeeet!
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# sing a new song, chiquititaaaa ... # i caaaaaaaan't!
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chiquitita, tell me the truth... *CRIES*
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# i'm a shoulder you can cry on ... #
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you will have no time for grieving...
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*tickle!*
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Right. You'd better get the traps out of there quickly!
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*whacks the internet with a stick* Bah. :(